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What did we do before cell phones?  How could we ever have lived?  I mean, look around.   Everyone  is on them all the time .  These are obviously very important conversations.  Why else have them in a crowd, in a public place, in the car?  I mean, these all must be live or die kind of talks.  So in that respect, I'm glad they're out there.  I'd hate to think of all the death and chaos that would arise if everyone couldn't conduct their pressing business immediately. But I still wonder what we did before cell phones?  Actually, wait I remember.  I was alive.  Oh yeah!  So, I remember a time before we even had answering machines.  If you weren't home, the phone would ring and ring and ring.  And the wasn't call waiting, either.  So if you were on the phone, the caller would get this busy signal.  And that lead to phone rage.  A lot like road rage.  Yes, friends and neighbors, there was a time when there was thing as phone rage.  You'd be trying to get a hold ...

I gotta stop drinking so damn much!  I'm getting real tired of these hangovers.  And I hate how hangovers effect me as I get older.  You see, kiddies, when you're young, a hangover is just a really bad headache and maybe some pukers.  But when you get old like me, they become much more insidious.  I don't sleep well, so I'm dragging ass all the next day.  My head hurts, so that's the same as you youngsters.  But I'm also a complete fucking idiot.  I can't process things to save my life.  Simple conversations, simple directions, basically anything and everything becomes that much harder.  I walk around in a complete fog all day long.  It sucks.  And if I got especially drunk the night before, then my equilibrium is off and I'm constantly dizzy. Yeah, so I gotta lay off the sauce.  I know I'm an alcoholic.  I've known for a while now.  But I also know that the scare tactics that are in place make it seem like all alcoholics are the same and all alc...

Its that time of year again, friends and neighbors: back to school.  I remember with fondness how my buddies and I would head down to the brickyard and watch all the freshmen girls walking to class.  What a great week that was.  I don't think we even went to class.  We'd just perch in front of Harrelson (I think that's the buildings name) and watch the girls, girls, girls. Of course, that also signifies the beginning of football season, followed closely by the beginning of basketball season.  So I've always had a special place in my heart for "freshmen season." I also remember how excited we get at the thought of the new freshmen class that would head to Aspen every season.  The mountain would open on Thanksgiving day every year.  And the freshmen would start trickling in between early November and Christmas.  And all the wolves knew that that meant a whole new crop of girls from all over the world arriving in our little snowy paradise, ripe for the picking.  ...

Once again, I have nothing to say.  The news is lame, the olympics suck and nothing is happening in the sporting world.  So I copied this survey thing from another blog I like to read. I deleted her answers and will now fill in my own.  Wow, how original! 1) Raised in: Fayetteville, NC.  From 1980 until college.  Though we did spend time in Charleston, SC when I was a wee pup and also in the UP of Michigan.  But ole Fayettenam is where all the magic happened! 2) Your name: Philip H. Harmon.  The H. would stand for Hampton.  My grandfather's name, on my mother's side. 3) Birth date: June 6th, 1973.  D-Day.  6-6-73.  Lots of 6's with me.  Born on the 6th day, 6th month, at 6:12 PM.  My grandfather died on my 6th birthday at 6:06.  My mother graduated college on 6-6-66. Satan, baby! 4) Any siblings: My younger sister Peryn is 32. 5) Oldest of them all:? I am the first born of the family.  Me and Peryn.  With me being the one who broke in the rentals, took the licks, explored n...

So I was just reading about the US basketball team's game against Greece.  Blah, blah, blah.  But then I came across something very interesting: "Wonder why Krzyzewski and senior men's managing director Jerry Colangelo were so insistent about getting quick versatile players with size rather than traditional big men? That's why. The U.S. is not a big team but Bosh, who has sparked the U.S. with his defense and energy in two of three games in Beijing, said he hopes Thursday's win quieted doubters who believe a lack of size will eventually undo this team." That was a from a article in the N&O.  And it struck me as appropriate.  Everyone who follows college hoops knows the style of ball coach K likes.  He loves for his annoying, bad-sportmanship-type guards to fly down the court and shoot as many 3's as humanly possible.  He runs tight man-to-man defense and instructs his slower and smaller players to tug on jerseys and do anything else to cheat in order f...

Really?  Another Cold War?  Have you guys been following all this brew-ha in Georgia?  And the Russians are just pushing and pushing.  But they're not stupid.  Aggressive moves in these turbulent times puts them higher up the food chain.  Remember, they used to be co-#1.  And they want that back.  And they watch the us.  They see that the US is close to electing No-Bama.  A sure bet to lose the cold war.  Yes, unlike Reagan, who guided us through his 8 years of the cold war (and won the damn thing), No-Bama is the absolute worst  choice to lead us into another cold war.  Starting to see the writing on the wall, stupid liberals?  Of course you aren't.  Just wait. And for all you youngsters who missed out on the thrills of the Cold War, I've got a list of my favorite Cold War movies.  These should bring you up to speed.  Oh, and by the way, I was a kid in the 80's, so my choices are largely based on what I got from the 80's.  I'm not giving you any Bay of Pigs stu...

That asshole Obama keeps sending me mail.  He knows I hate liberals.  He knows I think that democrats are as stupid and loathsome as Duke fans.  So why, friends and neighbors, does that sorry sack keep sending me mail?  I'm not going to vote for him.  I wouldn't spit on him if he was on fire.  Its arrogant.  Its very, very arrogant.  The young pup is believing all this hot air, hype about himself.  And now he's sending us conservatives junk mail.  Fucking junk mail! Damn those liberals!  Why can't we just load them up with the Duke fans and ship them far away? And then blow up the ship as it floats away! I'm sure this won't be the last piece of junk mail NO-bama sends me.  Next thing you know he'll send me one of those damn bumper stickers for the Prius I DON'T  have............

Yeah, I know that I said I don't care about the olympics.  And I don't.  But I do care about cheating.  And the fucking Chinese cheated in the girls gymnastics to win the gold. Did you guys hear about this?  The Chinese- cheating, fucking bastards- have three  girls who are actually 14 years old on their team.  The minimum age is 16.  We've got a 19, 20 and 21 year olds. In the gymnastics world, those are dinosaurs.  And sure enough, the oldest one screwed up twice and cost the US the gold.  Why'd we have this fossil on the team anyways?  Serves us right for putting the old one in the lineup. But for China to cheat and doctor the passports of 3 gymnasts.  That's bullshit.  And you know they did.  Its their passport for christ's sake.  They can alter that.  But everyone else's records on these 3 little cheaters shows they are clearly under age.  Nice going China.  Way to cheat!  Enjoy that gold medal.  Hope you and those little girls choke on them...............

Show me how you do that trick The one that makes me scream, she said The one that makes me laugh, she said And threw her arms around my neck Show me how you do it And I promise you I promise that I'll run away with you I'll run away with you Spinning on that dizzy edge I kissed her face and kissed her head And dreamed of all the different ways I had To make her glow Why are you so far away? she said Why won't you ever know that I'm in love with you That I'm in love with you?  You Soft and only You Lost and lonely You Strange as angels Dancing in the deepest oceans Twisting in the water You're just like a dream Daylight licked me into shape I must have been asleep for days And moving lips to breathe her name I opened up my eyes And found myself alone alone Alone above a raging sea That stole the only girl I loved And drowned her deep inside of me You Soft and only You Lost and lonely You Just like heaven -The Cure

We busted out of class had to get away from those fools We learned more from a three minute record than we ever learned in school Tonight I hear the neighborhood drummer sound I can feel my heart begin to pound You say you're tired and you just want to close your eyes and follow your dreams down We made a promise we swore we'd always remember No retreat no surrender Like soldiers in the winter's night with a vow to defend No retreat no surrender Now young faces grow sad and old and hearts of fire grow cold We swore blood brothers against the wind I'm ready to grow young again And hear your sister's voice calling us home across the open yards Well maybe we could cut someplace of our own With these drums and these guitars Blood brothers in the stormy night with a vow to defend No retreat no surrender Now on the street tonight the lights grow dim The walls of my room are closing in There's a war outside still raging you say it ain't ours anymore to win I want t...

save for me your one true love sing to me your finest song take from me this broken heart show me that you love me still oh he last time that you want it save for me hold me through the wildest winds wake me with your brightest smile walk with me your longest mile save for me your silent love oh the last time that you want it save for me oh your brightest smile save for me catch the rain upon your sill walk with me these rolling hills shine for me your shining stars take from me this broken heart oh the last time that you want it save for me oh the last time that you sing it sing to me oh the last one that you dance with dance with me and your sweetest kiss save for me -Kevin Kinney

Wow, is the sports page ever lame!  I mean, I at least hope to get through my first cup of coffee before I am entirely  through all my news.  Today, I'm about a quarter through my cup.  That's sad. And all I've got to read about in sports is the stupid olympics.  And who gives a shit about the olympics?  Definitely not  me!  Or I could read about Harrington winning the PGA yesterday.  But I watched it, so bag that one. The news isn't much better.  Edwards and his affair.  Blah, blah, blah.  And my muse is still out of the area.  So I really am running on empty here.  So I guess I'll be going...........................

So I guess I could write about the olympics.  The opening ceremony was yesterday.  And now the sports pages I read are all full of the olympics. So here goes: I could not care less about the olympics.  I truly don't care.  There is only one sport that I am following, but for ALL the wrong reasons.  Men's basketball.  The Redeem Team. I want the US men's basketball team to suffer the most complete and embarrassing loss in the history of basketball.  I would love to see them get so totally destroyed that everyone in the world is left speechless and baffled.  Complete and total defeat.  I want nothing more.  I hate Coach K that much.  I have nothing against the players.  They're all a bunch of overpaid hotshots.  But that's the NBA for you.  But Coach K.  I hate the man.  He's just coaching for his own fame.  Nothing patriotic about his involvement.  If it isn't good for K, he won't do it.  And so I want the basketball team to get absolutely destroyed.  And...